Snow falls heavyÂ to theÂ ground
My kids’Â routineÂ unwound
Sent out to play
Never to stay
So, hot chocolates all around.
Calloused Hand of a Bard: Limerick 2
No doubt my journey is calloused hard,
Perfect life maligned and marred.
Laughter a soothing balm,
And writing softens and calms.
Such is the hand of a bard.